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BY 
CLARENCE ADAM WHITE 



Crismus' Comin/ Honeij 
and Otker Rkymes 

CLARENCE ADAM WHITE 



Price 50 Cents 



JOHN P. MORTON ^ COMPANY 

Incorporated. 

publishers 
Louisville. Kentucky 



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Coptjriflkt, 1922 
Bvj CLAFENCE ADAM WHITE 



NOV 16 "22 

©Cl.A6D0i86 



Crismvis' Comin, Honeij 

GRISMUS' comin,' honey, 
slay bells gwine ring, 
Sandy Claws is packin' up 

de things he's gwine bring. 
He's be'n gittin' redy, 

workin' all de time, 
Makin' things fo' chillen 

at'l make dey eyeballs shine. 
Jumpin' jacks an' waggins, 

dolls an' arry planes. 
Candy an' bernaners, 

nuts an' ev'y thing. 



Vj^E'S gwine hav' a possum, 
v|y sweet taters on de side. 
Mammy's gwine cook it, 

wif its mouf op'n wide. 
Cranberry souce an' dressin', 

Lawd! an' punkin' pi'. 
Sho' glad Crismus' comin' 

onct mo' afo' I di'. 
Piccaninny's wishin' 

Sandy Claws will bring 
Motah ca's an' rifles, 

nives an' railroad trains. 



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^ ^p^AWD! I'm glad I'm livin 

^^L^ when Crismus' time am ni' 
It's sho' fun gittin' redy 

when sno' flakes 'gin to fly. 
Piccaninny chattah, 

ta'kin' lak wile geese, 
Stockin's all a hangin' 

on the mantel piece. 
An' ev'y body's happy, 

I jes' wanter sing, 
Crismus' comin', honey, 

heah dem slay bells ring? 



Dat Hanted Hovis' on 
Povmders Crick 



OAT hanted hous' on Pounders Crick 
jes' made my heaht stan' stil'. 
It kinder cotched me sudden 
as ahi come down de hill. 
Ahi heahs dem chains a draggin' 

an' den ahi 'gin ter pant, 
De doah it bust rite open, 

an' out wa'ks Mistuh Hant. 



XT made a bee line fo' me, 
my hat riz on my haid, 
Ahi 'gin to shake an' shiver, 
my feet dey feel lak led. 
Yo' think a hoss a runnah, 

man! yo' nevah seed no speed, 
Yo' orter seed dis niggah 
lope out an' take de lead. 



BHI made de road in nothin', 
made a fox look lak a snail, 
De sight ahi seed 'hind me, would 

make a houn' dawg lev' de trail. 
Dat hant sho' was a runnah, 

he wus now fo' a fac. 
He mite abeat me agoin', but 
ahi lost him comin' back. 



Tke Howlin' Houn' Dawg 

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^Tf^HEN de ole houn' dawg's a howlin' 
vly Wid' his nose up in de aihr. 
Bad luck sho' am a prowlin', 

It's pretty clos' some whar'. 
Then yo'd bettah snap yo' fingers 

An' back yo'se'f crost de flo', 
Clim* backwards out de winder. 

An' don' go ni' de doah. 



aES' as sho' as jedgement's comin'. 
An' while evah body slept. 
Some niggah laid an onion 

Rite on yo' front doah step. 
An' sprinkled salt roun' it 
An' on yo' cast a spell. 
That's gwine bring yo' trouble, 
Sho' they's watah in de well. 



'N' they's jes' one way to bust it, 
Yo' gotta keep the doah shet tight, 
Clim' out de winder backward. 
Sneak roun' without a light. 
Coax de houn' off with a ham bone. 

Tease him til' yo' make him growl, 
Dat's de way to bust de hoo doo 

When de houn' dawg 'gins to howl. 



Dat Wattak Mellon Vine 



^Y^HEN de moon am kinder hidin' 
VXx an' slips behin' a cloud. 
An' de whip-o-will's a callin', 

jes' a singin* hisse'f proud. 
When things is gittin' quiet like, 

man! it's jes' my time 
To crawl 'long de fence row 

to dat wattah mellon vine. 






OAT ole famah ben arearin' an' 
acussin' fit to bust, 
De nex' one dat he ketches 
he's gwine bite de dust, 
Gwine fiU'em full of buck-shot, 

de fust one dat he catch 
A carrin' off de profit, 

fum his wattah mellon patch. 



©UT man! ahi knows my bisnes', 
de best time to commence. 
Is when he ain't a lookin', 

ahi 'gin to dim' de fence. 
Ahi sneak a jusy mellon, an' 

den ahi take my time 
When de moon am kinder hidin' 
roun' de wattah mellon vine. 



Dat Ferginia LviUabij 

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^^^:^HEY'S a drowsy piccaninny 
^^^ that's a carrin' on a heap, 
Jes' a fussin' an' a fumin' 

'cause he's gotta go to sleep. 
Tain't long befo' he's noddin' 

an' he shets his liT eye 
When his Mammy 'gins a hummin' 

dat Ferginia Lullaby. 



nE sho' wLis frettin' awful, 
when she took him in her lap. 
But when she sta'ted hummin', 

yo' cou'd see his eyelids drap, 
'cause dey ain't no sweeter music 

no place 'neath de ski 
Dan to heah yo' Mammy hummin' 
dat Ferginia Lullaby. 



gN' when de chillens sleepy, 
an' it's time to go to bed 
An' they's crost an' cranky wid it 
an' thei' eyes jes' feel lak lead 
An' yo' Mammy 'gins to hum it 

they ain't no use to try 
To stay awake an' lis'n, 
to dat Ferginia Lullaby. 



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